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"She edited her letters while composing them in her head, learning to give just enough to inspire verisimilitude. She learned to tell stories, in writing at least, and by the time summer came around, she'd told the same ones, over and over until they came automatically to her lips."

He finds it difficult to believe that outside these dusty walls, time passes. Inside, here, without proof of its existence, time has ceased to have any meaning.

Never leaving. Always letting go. Sirius packs a suitcase.

Ron Weasley doesn't get this. This is Harry Potter territory. Hermione Granger territory.

Lily is learning just what it means to be a witch. Magic twists the telling of it.

The only good Christmas tree is one that has been burnt to a crisp. Avery, Snape, Rosier, Wilkes and the Lestranges order dinner, share their hate for The Man and plot.

What if Voldemort had made Lily a very different kind of offer? How far would she go to protect her child?

"The room housing four veterans of a long and bloody war, one would have thought that such a calamity could have been prevented. It seemed however, that falling books, unlike Death Eaters and Dark Lords, were beyond the capabilities of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Sirius Black."

Narcissa muses on the men in her life - Lucius, Draco, Severus and Him - and the strange turns of desire.

In the War Against the Dark Arts, the Aurors dealt out death, restrained only by their consciences. Some families practiced the Dark Arts as a matter of course - a look at one and it's intersection with a faction of Aurors.